I guess if I were in a movie right now, it'd probably be the Yes Man one. Or, in my case, the Yes Woman.
I think I say yes to things way too much. Instead of enjoying my holiday break like I should, I've made almost every morning this week insanely busy. Today I worked a total of 11 hours, with an hour in there somewhere to drive from point A to point B to point C. (A being job #1, B being home, C being job #2). And I get to look forward to doing it again tomorrow!
Had I not said yes, I would have gotten my normal three days of getting to sleep in as late as i want since I don't usually have to be at work til 4. I could have been selfish with my time (though I'll get paid for working the three mornings that I am working). So I'm sure I could have gotten out of this somehow...
Oh, right - it's that funny little word called NO!
That being said, there may be a short hiatus while I'm busy working my super long days. Only thing I get to look forward to is Wednesday, when... I can be a drunky and have fun with my friends. And, I'll actually get some SLEEP because I fully intend on taking a nap after work....
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Time Goes By Way Too Quickly...
I can't believe another year has gone by already. This one seemed to fly by faster than it feels like it should have. Perhaps a steady job and everything I have going on makes it go that much quicker.
Looking back on this past year, I believe I've grown up a little bit more. At least, you'd hope that be the case - every mistake and every "win" is a growing experience. You never really stop changing, sometimes it just happens out of nowhere like a light bulb going off. And sometimes you just look back and see how differently you would act in a situation had it been today instead of yesterday.
I guess that could be taken as a blessing or as a downfall. Change seems to happen so rapidly that it could either be detrimental or positive. However, surrounded by the right circumstances, even a detrimental change has the possibility to become more shaping than the change that happens through a blessing.
So would the detrimental parts be considered an opportunity for more change?
I guess, again.. it's all in how you look at it...
Looking back on this past year, I believe I've grown up a little bit more. At least, you'd hope that be the case - every mistake and every "win" is a growing experience. You never really stop changing, sometimes it just happens out of nowhere like a light bulb going off. And sometimes you just look back and see how differently you would act in a situation had it been today instead of yesterday.
I guess that could be taken as a blessing or as a downfall. Change seems to happen so rapidly that it could either be detrimental or positive. However, surrounded by the right circumstances, even a detrimental change has the possibility to become more shaping than the change that happens through a blessing.
So would the detrimental parts be considered an opportunity for more change?
I guess, again.. it's all in how you look at it...
Friday, December 26, 2008
It's All in How You Look At It
There's been something bugging me lately. Maybe it's the holiday season giving me a new perspective on this, but it's really not only the point in time when I've questioned certain parts of humanity and how people treat people. My faith in humanity is perhaps losing steam.
I had a customer who apparently was formerly a customer who felt the need to complain to me about how he saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico.. I mean, Walmart. Which is something I honestly in no way have control over, it's all about the insurance and what they charge. In any case, he chose Christmas Eve to come complain. It could have not waited until a normal week day (that's another point I need to make), but he felt the need to do it on Christmas Eve. It was probably the most insulting conversation I've endured as of late, but it got me thinking...
What in the world are we coming to when people are not treated as PEOPLE? Does it matter what kind of job you're in? Car you drive? Color of skin, what you wear, how you fix your hair, I could go on and on about labels I know are out there and I still would not be able to cover them all. The point is, humanity seems to have suffered a blow as of late. Why is being better than everyone else a priority?
What happened to people just being PEOPLE? Everyone has a story, a background, a reason for being where they are and who they are. How does one get any where in life? Everyone takes one step at a time, one foot in front of the other until they get to where they're going. Doesn't the person who works at a fast food restaurant to make ends meet still have the same potential for greatness as the person who may be a little bit spoiled and doesn't know what it's like to live paycheck to paycheck? Are you really better than somebody because of where they work? It's a necessity to have an income, and there is usually a reason to why someone is where they are. Perhaps it's a little different when that's all the person has made their life to be, but for most I know, the fast food industry is a stepping stone into something better.
So why should they be looked down upon for making their life better? And does that give someone the right to treat them as any less of a person?
I know I have made my own faults in this, in labeling certain people. But part of growing up is realizing the fault in how you see things and how they should be seen. Everything deserves a closer look, and as far as people go, everyone deserves a chance to be somebody. In this world, it's not about being above someone else. Above all, I believe people ARE people -- everyone has their good points, their bad points, and the in-between.
What sparked this whole thing was me working on Christmas Eve & Christmas, and realizing that there are people who just want to make life hell either because they can or because that's just how their life is. Making someone else feel like shit makes them feel better. But what really bothers me about this is how both holidays have become just another day. I understand that not everybody in America celebrates these holidays, and that it is just another Wednesday and Thursday to them, but... for those who do, and even if you don't... remember that just because someone is working on Christmas is not because they have something better to do, but maybe it was a choice to give up their Christmas morning for someone else to enjoy theirs.
I guess it's all in how you look at it.
(By the way, Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to all of you!)
I had a customer who apparently was formerly a customer who felt the need to complain to me about how he saved a bunch of money by switching to Geico.. I mean, Walmart. Which is something I honestly in no way have control over, it's all about the insurance and what they charge. In any case, he chose Christmas Eve to come complain. It could have not waited until a normal week day (that's another point I need to make), but he felt the need to do it on Christmas Eve. It was probably the most insulting conversation I've endured as of late, but it got me thinking...
What in the world are we coming to when people are not treated as PEOPLE? Does it matter what kind of job you're in? Car you drive? Color of skin, what you wear, how you fix your hair, I could go on and on about labels I know are out there and I still would not be able to cover them all. The point is, humanity seems to have suffered a blow as of late. Why is being better than everyone else a priority?
What happened to people just being PEOPLE? Everyone has a story, a background, a reason for being where they are and who they are. How does one get any where in life? Everyone takes one step at a time, one foot in front of the other until they get to where they're going. Doesn't the person who works at a fast food restaurant to make ends meet still have the same potential for greatness as the person who may be a little bit spoiled and doesn't know what it's like to live paycheck to paycheck? Are you really better than somebody because of where they work? It's a necessity to have an income, and there is usually a reason to why someone is where they are. Perhaps it's a little different when that's all the person has made their life to be, but for most I know, the fast food industry is a stepping stone into something better.
So why should they be looked down upon for making their life better? And does that give someone the right to treat them as any less of a person?
I know I have made my own faults in this, in labeling certain people. But part of growing up is realizing the fault in how you see things and how they should be seen. Everything deserves a closer look, and as far as people go, everyone deserves a chance to be somebody. In this world, it's not about being above someone else. Above all, I believe people ARE people -- everyone has their good points, their bad points, and the in-between.
What sparked this whole thing was me working on Christmas Eve & Christmas, and realizing that there are people who just want to make life hell either because they can or because that's just how their life is. Making someone else feel like shit makes them feel better. But what really bothers me about this is how both holidays have become just another day. I understand that not everybody in America celebrates these holidays, and that it is just another Wednesday and Thursday to them, but... for those who do, and even if you don't... remember that just because someone is working on Christmas is not because they have something better to do, but maybe it was a choice to give up their Christmas morning for someone else to enjoy theirs.
I guess it's all in how you look at it.
(By the way, Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to all of you!)
Friday, December 19, 2008
Caking with Kate (or just a funny story)
Wow it's been awhile! I guess I'm not so good at keeping up with these things! So I apologize to my.. um.. well, I don't know exactly how many of you actually keep up with this either. But I finally had a blog-worthy tale to share.
So this week I've been when my father calls "caking" - which is, I've been baking cakes up the wazoo. Partially because I have a Christmas party to this evening, and I wanted to bring a dessert. I also had a really huge craving for cake too - who knows, I just went with the idea and thought it would be fun. And so I've made about three cakes this week. The third is, in fact, baking itself as we speak.
The first cake actually turned out really well (perhaps it's beginner's luck, seeing as the last time I actually baked ANYTHING was years ago). I made some pretty green frosting out of a tub of butter cream frosting and green food coloring. A really pretty, spring-ish green for a Christmas-y cake. Tis the season? I guess, since I really just want warmer weather. And some turquoise blue boots, but I digress. So, having my first caking experience out of the way, I decide to wait until Thursday for my second creation, the one that was actually supposed to be going to the party.
I chose a Fudge Marble cake mix (I don't trust myself well enough to create one from scratch) and set to work. Things were going rather smoothly, the cake was marble-y looking and was all set in the oven, baking away as cakes do. I figure once it's in the oven, cakes are pretty much the easiest thing in the world. Check it in roughly a half hour, make sure the toothpick comes out smoothly.. Easy sailing from there on. Even my frosting ability looked decent!
Well, apparently, being a klutz and caking don't exactly go hand in hand.
If you guessed I tripped over my own two feet, you are correct and probably know me far too well. I tripped over my own two feet and, having baked the cake in a foil pan, well.... The pan did not fare well and proceeded to twist and bend out of shape and there goes the cake. On the floor. In large, marble-y, fudge-y looking pieces.
Sadly, it is still in pieces on the kitchen counter, in a box underneath the good cake I baked earlier this week.
On a happy note, the cake I just made is safely sitting on the counter cooling. It survived the travels from the oven to the counter (and it's in a real cake pan this time, too!). Now it just needs to survive frosting....
So this week I've been when my father calls "caking" - which is, I've been baking cakes up the wazoo. Partially because I have a Christmas party to this evening, and I wanted to bring a dessert. I also had a really huge craving for cake too - who knows, I just went with the idea and thought it would be fun. And so I've made about three cakes this week. The third is, in fact, baking itself as we speak.
The first cake actually turned out really well (perhaps it's beginner's luck, seeing as the last time I actually baked ANYTHING was years ago). I made some pretty green frosting out of a tub of butter cream frosting and green food coloring. A really pretty, spring-ish green for a Christmas-y cake. Tis the season? I guess, since I really just want warmer weather. And some turquoise blue boots, but I digress. So, having my first caking experience out of the way, I decide to wait until Thursday for my second creation, the one that was actually supposed to be going to the party.
I chose a Fudge Marble cake mix (I don't trust myself well enough to create one from scratch) and set to work. Things were going rather smoothly, the cake was marble-y looking and was all set in the oven, baking away as cakes do. I figure once it's in the oven, cakes are pretty much the easiest thing in the world. Check it in roughly a half hour, make sure the toothpick comes out smoothly.. Easy sailing from there on. Even my frosting ability looked decent!
Well, apparently, being a klutz and caking don't exactly go hand in hand.
If you guessed I tripped over my own two feet, you are correct and probably know me far too well. I tripped over my own two feet and, having baked the cake in a foil pan, well.... The pan did not fare well and proceeded to twist and bend out of shape and there goes the cake. On the floor. In large, marble-y, fudge-y looking pieces.
Sadly, it is still in pieces on the kitchen counter, in a box underneath the good cake I baked earlier this week.
On a happy note, the cake I just made is safely sitting on the counter cooling. It survived the travels from the oven to the counter (and it's in a real cake pan this time, too!). Now it just needs to survive frosting....
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